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Friday, December 16, 2005

   I actually wrote this two or three weeks ago, but did so at work and then had trouble acessing it from home because they were updating the security system adn I wasn't in the day they reset all the passwords. *sigh* And then I've just been forgetting or putting it off ever since. It feels horrible to put things up on here with the wrong date. Ah well.

   Many days overdue, here is my latest 'masterpiece'. With a note: please note that, while the tone is perhaps a bit harsh, it is not meant to be unkind. It is voicing a concern and veiwing a situation rather than making accusations or voicing critisism. I believe that the common man must stand up for what they believe in. If they have a concern they need to voice it, if they have an idea they need to act. All around us the world is going crazy, I know people are noticing because they say it as they tear their hair out with grief and worry. Wringing your hands won't do any good. People say 'I can't make a difference, I'm just one person and an unimportant one at that. If I was one of those big wigs up in Washington or some famous person then...' The common man must rise out of the dust. No person is better than any other, though perhaps some people have learned to be themselves better than others. Be genuine and be bold. It is time to make a statement. "Qui tacet consentire
videtur"; Silence denotes consent. If you do not give voice when you see what is happening then you carry responsibility for the outcome. It doesn't matter who you are. If you are a writer then write it, if you are a painter then paint it, if you are a singer then sing it, if you are a song writer then find that singer, if you are a mother then teach your children, if you are a teacher then teach your students, if you are a citizen then learn about your rights and act on them, no matter who you are encourage others to do the same. It does not matter who you are, if you are someone then you can make a difference.

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The sticker on the window I read in reverse

But now “God Bless America” is only a verse

In a song we called anthem that has lost its meaning

In a nation where humanity now lies bleeding

Sore wounds from hearts and hands

Tilled into souls and fallows Promised Land.

 

God, bless American

A nation where your name

Cannot be said aloud unless it’s made profane

For thus is equality proved

As the atheists take oligarchic rule.

 

God, bless America

So broken homes no longer stand

Spreading like disease across our infected land.

Give us instead our public schools

With cookie-cutter rules

Requiring five fingers on every hand

And forgive us this day our daily trespass

As we are required lest the teacher break a ruler on us.

 

God bless America

And give us the right to choose

To unchoose what we choose

This is the way we would like it to be

For thus is our agency free and justice confused

 

God bless America

That Liberty Tree will grow

Without pruning

Without manure

Without rain

Without snow

With sun, but not too bright

For any such would bother us

In our hammock of indolence.

 

God, bless America

Prosper the meek

That they can pay when they are innocent

That they may all go free

And be taxed on the rest at the end of the week

So I have fewer bills I will have to pay myself.

 

God, bless America.

Bless her founding fathers

Lost to this nation and found in no other

Help us to someday find them in the lost and found

A picture lying crumpled on the muddy ground

So that we may memorize their names

The dates they were born and from where they came

Because we realize the importance of this.

 

God, bless America.

Or, if there is no God

Then Industry

Or Fate.

Perhaps Lady Luck will take the case?

Or Bacchius

Or Mars

Or Rip Van Winkle

Will show us the trick to make problems twinkle

Out of existence without any work

So we may continue to eat drink and to shirk

The problems we create for tomorrow and today

As we thoughtlessly show our children the way

Down to the Valley of the Shadow of Death

Where we have decided to plant ourselves.

 

Flag of America

Run up the pole

Symbol of what makes a nation whole

Forgotten white on divine but faded blue

Red stripes of sacrifice running through

Dingy with age

Covered in dust

Forgotten as the God we once swore we would trust.

 

Let us say the pledge,

Now shall we?

Place broken hands on bleeding hearts

In a hesitant mumble the chanting starts

“We pledge allegiance to the flag

Of the States of Northern America

One nation

Without a cause

With liberty and justice for all who can afford a good lawyer.


Friday, December 02, 2005

   Well I would change my password (which I did once) if it would stay changed.                                      

This piece is simple and small but it means a lot and it is dedicated to a simple good deed that happened a LONG time ago.

   [Quoted from an e-mail from Nate]

Do you remember Adam Campbell from Cascade Elementry? He's now Elder Campbell. He's sitting next to me right now. He says "hi". He's brand new on his mission. Poor guy wanted to learn a language, but he's an English missionary...for now.

From: me To: Elder Crenshaw Date: Dec 2, 2005 4:43 PM

Subject: Reguarding Elder Campbell
   I have something to say to him. From a LONG long time ago. He probably won't know what I'm talking about, but I feel like saying it anyway.
   I am facinated. Who knows what a person will remember about you? Which word that you said or look that you gave? It could be any moment, any little thing. I often wonder if anyone will remember that I once said this or did that. You may tell Adam that I remember him.
   After reading your e-mail where he said 'hi' I told myself to look it up and then let my subconscious go into the deep dark dungeons of my elementry memories. :P I wasn't excited about going down there personally, so that is why I let my somewhat slower subconcious deal with it. You understand I know.
   His face actually popped up pretty quickly, I was surprised. And I could definately remember his name. But I couldn't find anything to stick with it. Then last night I got it. My subconcious let off a little ping saying 'done!' and I looked apprehensively at what was brought up. I think I startled Laura by laughing out loud in the middle of nowhere. I wasn't expecting to be happy remembering him. [This was from the days when I looked forward to school for the teachers and the books and the children three years younger than me.]
   "This took a while to dig up," my brain told me, "but we finally got a lead when we found this:" and a picture of a computer screen with Oregan Trail on it popped up with ADaM typed out kind of funny in a text box on it. That's why I laughed. Me and my word-oriented brain... :P
   This is what I remember.
   Do you remember playing Oregan Trail in Mr. Ellison's computer class? I do. Usually he let us go ahead and just head off whenever we felt like it. But one time he hooked it up into a team format and had us playing that way. Remember? Well the first time around he counted us off into eight groups and then we started. The first order of business along the trail was to elect a team captain. Then everybody took off for Oregan. The first time in was the only time I wasn't voted out of my train and that was only because people didn't know how to do it yet. Instead they tried to starve me to death. Laci Schwarting is the only reason I didn't. She 'traded' food to me for free until they were willing to stop and hunt. I made it to the end of the trail thanks to her. :)
   The next few times I was voted out the moment the train took off. Sure, I could play independently, but, for some reason I don't know why, I REALLY wanted to play with the others. So I kept trying. I changed my name to Dragonwings, what I used for my CB Radio handle, and made it across twice before anybody found out who I was. (So, ok, I guess I wasn't voted out every time) I was maybe the loneliest player on the network.
   What does all this have to do with Adam?
   In the end, I thought over my strategies and decided to change my name to a well-liked member of the class. Well it worked. :P I was actually voted team-captain for a short while. Silly lunch break :P. Suddenly people found out that Adam was not in their group but in his constant foursome. :P I tried talking to Adam about it at lunch. He was kind of confused about why I was changing my name but went ahead and agreed not to tell anybody that it wasn't him. Word got out anyway though. :P And I was, predictably, removed from being captain and booted.  The next time around though, I was invited into a group. Big surprise, but I joined. Adam became captain (of course, popular guy, lol) and we took off. First thing, people told him to boot me. He wouldn't. Then they tried to run the train at a breakneck pace but he helped me out a bit with a few trades and I was able to keep up. Finally they booted him as captain and then voted me out. Afterwards, he told me he left the train promptly afterwards and then apologized for what happened.
   I don't really remember him ever talking to me again after that. I think he got teased. lol But you know, I think he has no idea how much that meant to me; to know that somebody actually wanted me to be part of their train. And the fact that they would LEAVE when someone was unfair to me like that and then would APOLOGIZE to me about it afterwards. Wow.
   Isn't that silly? Isn't it simple? I'm not sure that I remember every part of it correctly, the human mind will change things after such a long time, but I remember the first time out on the trail that game that the screen popped up saying "we are taking a vote" and I abstained since I couldn't stand voting on it anymore and then it popped up again saying "Captain ADaM has vetoed". I was astonished and I remember turning to look and see if I could see where he was sitting. Gosh was I short back then... I couldn't see over the moniters..
   That's the moment I remember. It's crisp. There is no way I have that wrong. It's one of those moments when the moment it hits you it feels crystal and you KNOW that it is going to be there forever. I don't know why. I wish sometimes that I could pick which ones it would be, but I dunno. If I had, would I remember this one?
   Lol. Laugh. Your sister is crazy. Isn't that childish? Isn't it simple? But hey, I was a child and it meant a lot back then. Somehow it still means a lot now.
   Please tell Adam thank you.
   :)


Tuesday, November 01, 2005

*sigh* Sarah never posts, so it must be my horrid duty to recount what befalls her.

My beautiful sister has been accepted to BYU Idaho!!!

:D Sarah has also finished her American Schools course, which she stayed up till a rather extraordanary hour on Halloween so she could complete her English course in October. She'll totally rock the campus off it's hinges.

Um... what else... several guys have been interested in her, (LOL) and there's one imparticular, a crazy navy, who likes to call at interesting hours in the night to wake me up. (ok, not really.... to talk to sarah. Me waking up is a side effect). LOL

Sarah is happy and healthy and even more beautifuller than she was the last time she posted... er...than she was... er... last time she... Well, she's happy and healthy and gorgeous, and I love her to death!

Once-againly,

Laura Shanae (Mhafweet)

PS... oh, don't bother changing anything. If you really minded, you'd change your password, you big silly.


Thursday, September 29, 2005

Heya everyone! This is Sarah's site, but I made it. LOL (this is Laura). I got bored, and Sarah is never gonna get around to it, so.... *evil grin*

Better change your pass pretty quick, though, cause I know it! ;)

Luv ya,

Laura